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A stray golden curl sliding down his forehead, pale blue eyes, and a cherubic face gave Mark an angelic look. On any other day, he’d look innocent with neatly pressed shirt, and pants. Not today. His golden hair had already turned brown, the sand flying around him as he shook his head. His cream shirt, now buff was wrinkled, and untucked. The pants were probably brown to start with, so it’s hard to know the extent of the damage it suffered. Streaks of dirt graced his face along with a satisfied smile. The scrapes on his elbows showed signs of bleeding. He bore them with fortitude of a knight. Continue reading The start of a vacation→